Toooony! You Have Some Splainin' To Do!

“Who the hell is Scott Hunter?”

“He's friends with…” Tony stops, realizing there is no reason to explain it to this man. “Your kid's photoshop skills suck, do I need to explain that to you – maybe draw you a picture. I know the apple doesn't usually fall far from the tree, so I'll use those big fat crayons they give kids in pre-k so you can understand.”

Laughter can be heard from a few of the other parents in the room, which further infuriates Nick's father.

“Who the hell do you think you are,” Eddie presses his index finger against Tony's chest, but the attempt to shove the Permascar Superstar only manages to move him slightly. “Do you think you're better than me because you're on some stupid wrestling show?”

“Not at all,” Tony wipes the back of his hand across the area Cruz's finger had just touched. “I know I'm better than you, because I'm not some prick that gets drunk off my ass and beats my wife because dinner wasn't hot when I finally stumbled through the damn door.”

Victoria had mentioned to him what Eddie's wife Cecilia told her over coffee the morning they spoke about what had transpired between Olivia and Nick, and how she felt his verbal abuse toward the other kids in the class stemmed from the way he heard his father yell at her. The admittance that it became more physical than verbal after her husband had a few drinks in him, eventually came up in conversation when Cecilia made a comment in regards to hoping Nick would not venture down that path himself.

It was a private conversation that she begged Victoria not to reveal to anyone. Victoria only told Gamble, so he would understand why she was trying not to make a big deal about the way Nick had been bullying the kids in his grade. She also didn't think the two men would ever cross paths.

Her eyes narrow as she stares daggers at Tony from across the room.

Eddie's brow furrows as he glances in Cecilia's direction with rage in his eyes.

“Hey,” Tony snaps his fingers a few inches away from Eddie's face. “Eyes on me big guy.”

“Get your hand out of my face.”

“Oh no,” Tony's hands go to his face, palms against his cheeks as his lips open wide. “Are you going to get big mad in front of all these people and…”

A fist swinging in Tony's direction stops the conversation, and causes him to step to the side to evade the punch. The Grin manages to grab Eddie's wrist, twist it behind his back to subdue him, then pull the angry man close against his chest before tip-toeing enough to get closer to his ear.

“I ain't your wife, Eddie,” Tony says with a grin that never goes away. “Speaking of, tonight's her lucky night, because you're not going home. No, Eddie, you're going to give her a break and find somewhere else to stay, because you don't deserve to have a wife and kid that love you enough to put up with your shit.”

Tony shoves Cruz away, as the other parents in the room just look on as they make quiet comments to the person or people next to them. Eddie turns to face Gamble, eyes red as his nostrils flare with every breath.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

All eyes turn to the man walking through the door with two security guards behind him, his gaze shifts back and forth from Tony to Eddie.

“Eddie and I were just having a nice little conversation about our kids,” Tony responds. “Ain't that right, big guy?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods. “That's right.”

Tony walks up and pats Cruz on the shoulder, leaning in close. “I don't care if you have to sleep in your damn car in a Target parking lot, if I find out you go anywhere near your house tonight…I'll make sure you never go back.”

“That sounds like a threat,” Eddie whispers back as he pats Tony on the back with a smile on his face.

The smile remains as a large white play arrow appears and the background darkens.

“Okay, let me explain,” Gamble shifts in his seat to turn away from the monitor, but the look on Lindsay Troy's face is not a welcoming sight.

“Are you going to explain to me why the man in this video is claiming you assaulted him, or why you threatened him in the first place?”

"Well...you see...what had happened was..."